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I'm Too Old For This...
Jul. 22nd, 2014 11:25 pmA belated weekend post.
We took Ros and three of her best friends to Canada's Wonderland (our local amusement park) this past Saturday as Ros' birthday party. Since I'm the parent who likes rides, I was the one nominated to go on the big coasters with Ros' friends. (Ros is both too short for and not yet interested in the big rides.)
I was looking forward to it. I used to love going on coasters, wooden and metal, looping and not. I'd ride them all day if I could. But it's also been about twenty years since I've done it. (The Sweetie hates heights and gets motion sick, so Disney excepted, we've never really done amusement parks together.)
Most of the coasters were fine. I didn't love them as much as I used to, but had fun. But then we did the Stunt Coaster, and I lost it. It's not a very high coaster, and there aren't any loops, so I thought how bad can it be? But it shoots off at high speed from the start right into a rising spiral and then through a bunch of tight turns and sudden drops. I screamed for about the first thirty seconds, and then spent the rest of the ride convinced I was going to die of a heart attack. When we finally stopped I was practically shaking, which was when Ros' eight-year-old friend I was sitting with turned to me and said "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
It's true: three eight-year-olds are braver than me.
Oh, and I screamed so much, my voice is down to a husky squawk. I had to both run a big meeting at work today and coach Ros' soccer game tonight, so the lack of voice made both interesting. (I think I'll pretend the voice is Lauren Bacall sexy rather than a raspy mess.)
We took Ros and three of her best friends to Canada's Wonderland (our local amusement park) this past Saturday as Ros' birthday party. Since I'm the parent who likes rides, I was the one nominated to go on the big coasters with Ros' friends. (Ros is both too short for and not yet interested in the big rides.)
I was looking forward to it. I used to love going on coasters, wooden and metal, looping and not. I'd ride them all day if I could. But it's also been about twenty years since I've done it. (The Sweetie hates heights and gets motion sick, so Disney excepted, we've never really done amusement parks together.)
Most of the coasters were fine. I didn't love them as much as I used to, but had fun. But then we did the Stunt Coaster, and I lost it. It's not a very high coaster, and there aren't any loops, so I thought how bad can it be? But it shoots off at high speed from the start right into a rising spiral and then through a bunch of tight turns and sudden drops. I screamed for about the first thirty seconds, and then spent the rest of the ride convinced I was going to die of a heart attack. When we finally stopped I was practically shaking, which was when Ros' eight-year-old friend I was sitting with turned to me and said "That was fun! Let's do it again!"
It's true: three eight-year-olds are braver than me.
Oh, and I screamed so much, my voice is down to a husky squawk. I had to both run a big meeting at work today and coach Ros' soccer game tonight, so the lack of voice made both interesting. (I think I'll pretend the voice is Lauren Bacall sexy rather than a raspy mess.)
